The Addiction

She enters the room like a spring breeze

That grasps your soul with such ease

Her scent ushers forth visions and dreams of sweet,

erotic exctasy

She hides in the sub-conscious visions

Like a mist hanging low in the forest

Slithering between the trees

She slides into my mind

Slung into the vortex of exctasy

Another image invades my mind

Bliss, unrepenting Bliss

The taste of her on my tounge

No matter how long is all I crave

Her lips soft and moist

The eyes that lead to her soul

A deep dark cave

As the mists of passion engulf

Our yearning flesh

My mind clouds,

and the pain that is life disapears

The mystress, desiring, controlling,

getting

The dreams of passion,

me and her forever entwined

Like two serpents,

In a dark hot dessert night

Where the moon burns our flesh together,

forever,

bound together in everlasting

exctasy.

By Eric W. Scholl

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